Arranged marriage, love blossoms; a fiercely devoted soldier dotes on her alone.

at this time,

Inside the main hall of the temple,

After listening to the old monk read the poem on the fortune stick, Su Zixing suddenly had an epiphany and reached out to take the fortune stick from the old monk's hand.

Next second,

Su Zixing's expression froze, because there were no words on the fortune slip. He asked in confusion, "Master, there are no words on the fortune slip, so how can you give me a poem?"

The old monk put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, female benefactor, the divination slip you drew is a wordless book. You can interpret it as 'a calm mind will bring clarity' or 'it awaits interpretation.'"

Su Zixing: "What do you mean by that, Master?"

The old monk said, "Amitabha. If the female benefactor is asking for a marriage fortune slip, you can interpret it as 'all things are empty,' or you can interpret it as 'you can have whatever you want.'"

"Amitabha Buddha, actually seeking divination is just a way to find solace and comfort in one's heart."

Su Zixing stared at the fortune slip in her hand, which seemed to be aimed at Xiao Zhan. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she choked out, "Master, why doesn't the person I love love me?"

The old monk said, "Amitabha Buddha, when people have a long-lasting relationship, it's not just about love, but also about dependence. If you lose it, it's not just about pain, but also about reluctance to let go. There are many reasons in the world for not loving someone: being busy, being tired, not being compatible, etc. But there is only one expression of love: wanting to be with you."

"Actually, whether it's a couple, a confidante, or a soulmate, how long two people have been together is not important, nor is the age gap. What matters is whether you are in that person's heart."

The old monk's words, imbued with Zen wisdom, reminded Su Zixing of Xiao Zhan's resolute ruthlessness towards her. She was immediately saddened and said, "Master, why is it that even after I made such a huge concession, asking for nothing in return, only wanting him to leave me a small place in his heart, he is still so heartless?"

The old monk said, "Amitabha, female benefactor, this may not be a bad thing. You must believe that all causes and effects are predestined. Life is like a cup. At first, it is empty. After that, it depends on how you treat it. If you only think about the unpleasant aspects, then you will eventually get a cup of bitter water. If you think about the good aspects, then you will eventually get a cup of clear spring water."

Tears silently streamed down Su Zixing's face as she said, "Master, am I a failure as a person?"

The old monk said, "Amitabha Buddha, the root cause of many people's failures is not their lack of IQ, but their lack of EQ."

Su Zixing had heard of IQ and EQ the most, and she also knew about AQ, financial quotient, moral quotient, health quotient, and spiritual quotient, but she had never heard of mental quotient. She was more interested in mental quotient.

So he asked, "Master, what is emotional intelligence?"

The old monk said, "Amitabha. Simply put, it's a person's ability to relieve psychological stress and maintain a good mental state. People with low emotional intelligence will lose their appetite and sleep when they encounter even small problems, and may even become depressed."

"People with higher emotional intelligence can remain calm and composed even when faced with great challenges. Therefore, how far a person can go in life mainly depends on how high their emotional intelligence is."

After listening to the old monk's words, Su Zixing felt a glimmer of light flash within her heart, and this light gradually expanded. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Master, what kind of marriage is a happy and fulfilling marriage?"

The old monk said, "Amitabha. What people truly need is not marriage or even a partner, but a positive and intimate relationship. It is a soul that can communicate with each other, understand each other, and be highly compatible. This is the greatest luxury in life. It is something that can only be encountered by chance and cannot be sought after. If you have already encountered it, you must cherish it."

After the old monk finished speaking, he glanced sideways at Su Zihao, who was standing silently not far away, with his calm and unwavering eyes.

Su Zixing noticed the old monk's sidelong glance just now.

So he asked, "Master, do you think he and I can become a couple?"

The old monk said, "Amitabha, female benefactor, I may be a little blunt, but while many men have taken off your pants, have you ever had someone wash your socks?"

"Many people want your body, but are there any people to take care of you when you're sick?"

"Many people invite you to dinner, but do you have anyone who cooks for you?"

Many people will offer you words of comfort and concern, but how many will truly offer help in your time of need?

"Many people pursue you, but are there any who are truly willing to treat you well and take care of you?"

"Many people talk big, but when you encounter difficulties, are there any who will help you?"

"Therefore, you should pay attention and realize that the people who are worth cherishing are reflected in the details."

Su Zixing: "Then, Master, could you please use your wisdom to see if he is a good person to me? Is he someone who would be willing to help me in my time of need?"

The old monk said, "Amitabha. When you look at people, you only see their appearance, figure, and age."

"When judging people, we should look at their thoughts, culture, and abilities."

"When you look at a person with your heart, you are looking at their spirit, their realm of being, and their soul."

"That benefactor carries too much malevolence and has killed too many people. If you wish to live a peaceful life in the future, you must lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. Amitabha. This old monk must go do his homework now. Please do as you please, female benefactor. Meeting is fate. Well done, well done! Amitabha."

After reciting the last Buddhist chant, the old monk drifted away...

When Su Zihao heard the old monk's final assessment of him, he was immediately shocked. He hadn't said a word since entering the temple, and Su Zixing hadn't introduced him either. How could the old monk know that he had killed too many people and was too violent? It was truly amazing.

Then Su Zihao quickly took a few steps and caught up with the old monk.

"Master, please wait!"

The old monk stopped but did not turn around. He simply said, "Amitabha, benefactor, all causes and effects are part of the cycle of reincarnation. To absolve yourself of your sins, do more good deeds and cultivate good karma. Amitabha, well said, well said!"

After saying this, the old monk turned and left...

Su Zixing walked up to Su Zihao and said, "Brother Zihao, let's disband the Assassin Alliance when we get back. I want to live a peaceful and uneventful life, and never fight with the world again. If you agree, we'll make a promise before the Buddha."

Looking into Su Zixing's eyes, Su Zihao said, "Zixing, I can give up the assassin alliance for you, say goodbye to all the grudges and fighting in this world, and live a peaceful life with you from now on."

"But have you truly let go of Xiao Zhan?"

Su Zixing walked over and knelt before the Bodhisattva, clasped his hands together, and said, "Bodhisattva, have mercy and bear witness for me, Su Zixing. From this moment on, I, Su Zixing, will have no further dealings with Xiao Zhan. From now on, I will spend the rest of my life with Su Zihao, never to be separated from him, until death do us part. I hereby swear this oath."

Su Zihao also went over and knelt down, saying, "Bodhisattva, have mercy. I, Su Zihao, am willing to give up everything I have now for Su Zixing, to live a simple life with her in seclusion in the mountains, to live a life free from worldly strife, to never leave her, and to remain faithful until death. I hereby make this vow."

ten minutes later,

Several SUVs drove away from the temple.

The old monk watched the departing car, clasped his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, may Buddha protect us, may Bodhisattva protect us!"

The young novice monk beside him whispered, "Master, why don't you speak to the male benefactor?"

The old monk said in a deep voice, "Amitabha, heavenly secrets cannot be revealed!"

"Only he can save himself; it's all fate!"